See you with her, not with me
I hope she’s sweet and pretty,
Oh, how lucky a man can be
But when you see her sweet smile, baby,
Don’t think of me
When she looks at you with her blue eyes,
Don’t think of me
What do you know about her?
Say it, say it to me…
Now, let me kiss, just for a moment,
For the last time,
Your soft lips, your strong hands
Let me smell your perfume,
And then, I can go away…
See you with her, not with me,
a sweet stab in my broken heart
Promise, swear that you want her
and anymore me…
And I will let you go without a tear
Bianca Viano (4B)